Failed Reprise

(@ismatwink)

It may be bad of me, but when I heard that Christian died in a car accident, I was honestly relieved. He bullied me for years. But I didn't know my life would get even worse after his passing.

 His spirit was so hellbent on tormenting me that he stole my brother's body and now he's blackmailing me. I have to do what he says or else he frames me as a brother lover. I don't have a choice, who is going to believe that my bully came back from the dead? I just have to live my life as a slave to him forever now.

 

Grandmaster's Day Off

https://www.tumblr.com/bara-swaps/809470379896815616/to-move-slightly-away-from-superheroes-do-you

(For visualization purposes, the Traveller is Aether)

"Night, Paimon."

"Good Night, Traveller."

Another long day of adventuring completed. Must've opened every chest on Lempo Isle at this point, and finally finished Aino's request for machine parts. I never want to see another mole or ferret again. Now I get to crash at the Flagship and take a nice day off tomorrow of laying about in my room. Normally, Varka would be loudly drinking at the bar into the early hours of the morning, but ever since the expedition ended, Varka has returned to Mondstadt to finish up the paperwork that comes with it. 

It's been a few weeks now, so the guy must be going stir-crazy from being locked up in his office. Poor guy. But whatever, that's not my problem.

Unfortunately, Paimon has spread herself across the bed somehow, so I have to sleep at the room desk. It's not all bad, I've slept on worse. I set up myself on the chair and close my eyes.

The pillow on my head is actually so soft and comfortable. It feels like I'm drifting across the ocean on a big fluffy cloud. I really need to ask the bartender where he buys them, these would be so handy to have on the road. I continue to fall deeper and deeper until..

"Thowk, Thwak, Thwok"

Training dummies? Who set those up? I'm pretty sure there's not even any space for those outside my window. Oh well, I should go tell them to knock it off...

I lean back in my chair and yawn, stretching my arms in the air.

"Huuuraaaaahhh..."

...

"Wait what the fuck? This isn't my voice."

Ex Replacement

(https://thisvid.com/videos/juicy-cock2/)

"And then he, he..aaahhhh I don't want to talk about it anymoreeeee"

"Shhhhhh, it's ok girl. I have a plan to get back at that jerk soon enough. Let me just call someone real quick"

...

"Hey Cam, I've got a deal for you. Now don't say I've never done anything for you, I think you'ld very much be into this."

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Ughhhh, where am I...

Last thing I remembered, I was sitting in our- I mean my place, when I suddenly started to feel really sleepy. I tried to push through it, but in the end I ended up passing out on the couch. The weird thing is, I could've sworn I saw the door open right before I lost consciousness..

What the... Is this a blindfold?! And my mouth is duct-taped?!!

I thrash around trying to break free, but my hands are also tied to the back of the chair I'm sitting on. 

"Oh? Guess who finally woke up. You were sleeping like a princess"

Is that.. Kylee? Wait, is this because of the breakup? It might've been not the most clean breakup, but it wasn't cause for tying me to a chair blindfolded. And certainly it wasn't my fault it got to this point as is. 

Night Body Hunting

 https://x.com/blessed_213/status/2039826958763114934

Me and my friend are really just normal college students. We go to lectures, play beerpong at the local bar, and just do things people our age like to do. But we both have a secret. We're actually both well versed in body possession. Ever since we were both kids, we've always had the ability to jump into other people's bodies and control them. Heck, the only reason we know each other was because I watched him hop into my dad at the playground while I was in his. Since then, the two of us have been inseparable, because as far as we know, we're the only one's in the world capable of it. We would just hang out as other people while goofing off. But as we grew up, a problem began to emerge. There's only so many times you can jump into Mr. Woodsmith during his bathroom break or mess with the professor's assistant. Eventually, you've already been in every body in the town. So we struck a deal. 

Every so often, we drive a few hours away go hunting for bodies to borrow. After we drive to the location, we each take off to scout for a suitable victim, I mean possessee. It could be anyone, spring breakers at Tampa, Atlantic City police chiefs, random suburban dads on their morning jog, anyone that we are feeling at the moment. If we both agree on a target, then the one who is closest will distract them, usually striking up a conversation, while the other sneaks up behind them, invisible to the naked eye, before jumping in.

We then have to act natural to make our way home without being noticed. Loose links are a death sentence for our operation. But once we reach our place, it's time to let loose. We usually each take turns acting as the lucky guy, just really doing whatever. It isn't uncommon to come home from lecture to see that one of us using their body to relieve themselves after a long day of classes. My personal favorite thing to do is jerking off in the quad at 3 in the morning. Even if I do get caught, I look them in the eyes, smile, and continue till I bust. It's not my actual body, so no harm comes to me after I hop out. This one girl didn't know it, but we were actually taking turns fucking her every night for a solid few weeks.

That brings us to tonight.

Skin Deep Adonis

 

The suit I was waiting for finally came in the mail, so I decided to give it a test run. I spent a good 30 minutes trying to get my overweight body into the thing, in the end I just barely got my gut in it. 

I look at myself in the mirror and smile, putting on the clothes I specifically bought for this moment. I'm the splitting image of those stupid jocks that I hated. I'll show them all. 

I begin to jog briskly, smiling at the passerby. They're all jealous of me I just know it. But something feels off. After a few minutes, I begin to feel bad. Really bad. I stop at a bench to rest for a bit, completely winded. This was supposed to give my ticket to a new life, but I didn't realize that the muscles were only skin deep. I'm out of breath after only 8 minutes. 

Fuckkk man, I had just messaged this cute fitness instructor girl with this new body. I'm supposed to meet her in a few days. What am I going to do?